"You're fired! You can't work here anymore!" Denis said.I was back at the club thinking I could work my shift there. But the owner wasn't budging. After all the hours I had given to work at the club, the least he could do was give me my job back."But why? If this is because I left early yesterday—""Left early? You left early too?!" he exclaimed and then sighed. "Look, people will not come back here anymore after what happened to that man because of you. They're scared, and they want you fired. The customer is always right."I almost strangled him there and then. Who was he to fire me over a small misunderstanding? As long as I could help it, Milo wasn't coming back to that club. "I have endured groping, sexually degrading words, and insults to work here, but the moment I make a small mistake, you decide to fire me. You're a sick bastard!" I yelled. "I don't deserve this."Denis shook his head and pointed a finger in my direction. Before he got too close, Boris appeared beside me an
I was still shaken by the events of the night. After Milo let me go, I didn't waste time running as far away from him as I could. I hated crying but I couldn't control myself.What had I done for the universe to punish me like that?Milo was more dangerous than I thought. I didn't know what I expected from a man who was named 'Death'."Take me to my friend's house. I have some things to get from there." I said to Boris. He looked at me through the rearview mirror and said, "Milo–""Milo will understand. Does he want me to stop seeing my friends too?"Boris sighed and drove to Zoya's apartment. Her father owned a string of apartments and she lived in the penthouse suite of one. I had the code for her apartment.I needed to speak to her urgently. Everything was getting so overwhelming and I didn't think that I could handle it alone.Fuck the non-disclosure agreement. What Milo didn't know wouldn't kill him.When I realized Boris was following after me as I went into Zoya's building, I t
Zoya must have called almost a hundred times but I didn't answer her calls once. I wasn't going to answer her any time soon. She had gone overboard this time.The reason Ivan and I broke up two years before was because I caught him in bed with Zoya. He cheated on me with my best friend and then blamed me for it. He said that if I had slept with him, he would have never stepped out. Zoya cried to me and told me he coerced her and seduced her to give him her virginity. She claimed he took advantage because she had been drinking that night. Then she opened up about how she has always been in love with Ivan since she was little. I didn't know why she let me date him when she was madly in love with him.She and I called a truce and decided to both let Ivan go. She promised to stay away from Ivan and forget him. He was no good anyway. However, she broke that promise and got together with Ivan. I wondered how long they had been seeing each other. Would she have told me if I didn't catch t
Milo was leaning by his car by the time I came from a short walk I had taken with Boris. He had dark sunglasses over his eyes and the sleeves of his black shirt were rolled up to his elbows. His tattoos were on full display and his full beard only gave him an allure of darkness, mystery, and maturity. He embodied the definition of a man. There was no bodyguard in sight. I always thought he never went anywhere with his security detail, aka, his fellow criminal friends. Every single one of those men who followed him had blood on their hands. It was shocking to see Milo outside of the bedroom. He and I had gotten into a routine of him coming to my room, staring at me, and then jerking off. Every single time, he came on my breasts and then he left. He didn't touch me once in that one week. After he left, I was ashamed to say I also fingered myself and refused to wipe off his cum. The whole thing was hotter than I cared to admit. "Milo…" I muttered. He got off the car and stood in f
Like a gentleman, Milo opened the car door for me but that was as far as his chivalry went. The entire car ride was filled with him talking to someone on his phone. He was typed relentlessly without looking at me even once.I could have sworn this week there was a ghost smile on his face as he texted. He had to be talking to another woman.One moment he made me think I was the prettiest woman to walk the Earth and the next, he ignored me like he couldn't stand being in my proximity.He had to be involved with another woman. It would explain why he wouldn't touch me. He wasn't eager to see what was behind my clothes because there was a better woman on his bed. I was just the immature little girl he kept locked away in his penthouse. I should have been glad he wasn't taking an interest in me but I wasn't. I didn't understand why there was a lump stuck in my throat at the thought of Milo passing his time with another female.Was she like Irina had described—tall, skinny, and blonde?"
He had already ordered a few dishes for us and I enjoyed them all. For a feared mobster, Milo was charming. He was able to get me talking. Before I knew it, I was opening up to him about my private life.And he did all that without revealing much about himself. I told him about how my father, Viktor was born and raised in American. My mother had been the one with deep Russian roots. Despite living in Russia practically all my life, I had barely made an effort to learn the language well. Some things Milo said to me went over my head. He promised to teach me Russian within a few weeks. I believed him. Despite how pleasant dinner was, I still had questions of my own. I didn't like feeling like I was on the edge. "What do you want with me?" I finally caved and asked. He stopped chewing and stared at me. I watched his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed the food in his mouth. "Isn't it obvious? I want you, Emilie.""It's been weeks and you have barely touched me. It's a little hard to be
For the first time, I couldn't wait to return to the penthouse to break down. I was about to cry–over a man who was threatening my father. When I got to the penthouse, I locked myself in the bedroom, stripped off my clothes, and got in the bathtub. I had a bottle of wine that I had sneaked off Milo's liquor cabinet. I poured myself a glass and drank while I listened to soft music. It was better to drink than to cry over Milo. We hadn't even started sleeping together, and I was already asking him if he was seeing other women. I sounded clingy and desperate because I had no claim over him. His words rang over and over in my head: "I don't enjoy…normal sex…" his voice almost trailed away. "I'm a dominant man in bed. My preferences are…rough. You're not ready to relinquish control of your body to me."Was I ready to give myself over to a mobster and murderer?After overthinking all I could in the tub, I realized I was getting cold. I got out of the water and got settled in bed in my
I found myself in Zoya's car in a little tight black dress that was strapless and stopped a few inches below my butt. On my feet were silver six-inch heels and I was carrying a silver clutch. All the clothes on my body were Zoya's. She and I shared clothes and items all the time. She didn't comment about Boris following us wherever we went. She already knew I was seeing a rich man so it didn't come as a shock that I had a bodyguard. What shocked me was that she didn't badger me on who the man was. I wasn't sure whether I should have been grateful or concerned."We'll drink until we can't anymore," Zoya said as she poured me some champagne. Her driver was behind the wheel, allowing us to pregame before we got to the club. "Are you okay?" I asked Zoya. I noticed she wasn't happy. I wanted to believe she had been sad because of our fight but I knew better. It had to be Ivan. He had a hold on her that I didn't understand. She refused to open her eyes and see that he was nothing but t
When I woke up, of course, Milo was gone. I wanted to be disappointed but then I realized the spot next to me on the bed was still warm.Milo had stayed the night for the first time. I couldn't fight off the smile that was slowly forming on my face. It was wiped off when I remembered the events of the brunch Tatiana had invited me to.Milo swore he wanted to know who had been harassing me but little did he know, it was the love of his life. I couldn't compete with Tatiana and I wasn't even going to try.In a somber mood, I headed out of my room and went straight to the kitchen. Imagine my shock when I saw Milo sitting there casually drinking coffee.He was dressed in a crisp suit with a jacket on this time. His tattoos were barely visible in his full suit. I could tell he was on his way to a corporate meeting even while he had bruised knuckles and cuts all over his face. I briefly wondered when he had gotten a new suit. Why didn't I hear him showering? Maybe I had been too deep in my
Boris didn't need to tell me he'd warned me about Tatiana for me to see it plastered on his face. He had given me a similar look before I left the house with Tatiana and I had chosen to ignore it. had taken a leap of faith and it had bitten me right in the ass. I wish I had trusted my intuition and stayed away from her. She was nothing but a vile woman whose goal had been to embarrass and humiliate me.Anya was there when I got home. As soon as she saw me, she hugged me and soothed me. I sobbed in her arms and clutched onto her. She must have known the brunch would be terrible."What happened? You can't even wear this dress again." She said, "It's permanently stained."I didn't tell her what happened because I didn't want to talk about it. Instead, I told her I needed a shower but really, that was an excuse so that I would be alone to cry as much as I could. The humiliation I felt that day was greater than I ever had felt in my entire life.I couldn't imagine a woman would want to
It was humiliating standing there when I knew the women were referring to me even though they didn't know it. I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me alive. "A girl that young must have some daddy issues to be with Milo. I heard she isn't even twenty yet," a woman said. "You're lucky he always comes back to you every single time. He will never replace you. He was crazy to think that he ever could."The women laughed and hauled a bunch of insults that they didn't even know I was standing right next to Tatiana. I wondered how she thought I felt when her friends said all those nasty things about me while I said nothing."Men are always replacing us with other versions of ourselves. I mean, you could have the real thing if you wanted. Why would you want to replace the original with a lesser version?"Was that what I was? Was I a lesser version of Tatiana? Was that what she had been trying to convey to me the entire time we were at the brunch?"I think I need to leave," I said to Ta
I didn't see Milo or Maximo for the next couple of days. Milo still sent me little gifts here and there and messages to check on me. Every single day I woke up, there was always a rose on my bedside table.I would have deluded myself into thinking that he personally brought me the rose but I knew better. I doubted he had even been ten feet near the penthouse.That particular morning, I woke up to Anya making me breakfast. She had been turned into my personal chef by Milo. There were cameras in other places in the penthouse other than my bedroom.Otherwise, how would have Milo realized that I really liked Anya and I wanted her close at all times?As we were chatting in the kitchen, the elevator dinged indicating someone had come in. There weren't too many people that came into the penthouse so I went to check who it was.I found Tatiana arguing with Boris by the door. She wanted to come in and he was standing in her way. I crossed my arms against my chest and wondered what the best thi
Viktor was in rehab and I had paid the entire thing with the money Milo had given me. Viktor cussed me and called me all sorts of names because he hated that I was forcing him to get the help he needed. However, at the end of the day, I knew that he would appreciate everything I was doing. What good was my money anyway if it didn't help the man who contributed sperm to bring me into the world? I also hadn't seen Milo in three days and I didn't make any move to text him or ask him where he had gone. That would only make me look desperate. He had made it clear that I was nothing but his mistress the last time he visited me. It was obvious that his heart still belonged to his ex-wife. Otherwise, there was no other reason he had to refuse to pursue anything with any other woman. In the meantime, I was looking for something to do. I always thought I was really good at convincing
I spent the entire night researching Tatiana on the internet. From all the pictures and articles I saw of her, she was formerly a model and she was Milo's ex-wife. I would have never guessed that she was Ivan's mother. I thought she was in her mid-thirties but she was actually the same age as Milo. They were both in their early forties. In my opinion, she could pass for a woman that was younger. The good genes ran in both Milo and Tatiana. I saw photos of them on the internet and they looked so good together. They were both very attractive and closer in age than Milo and I would ever be. Tatiana was a former supermodel and she was exactly like how Irina had explained Milo liked his women. She was truly gorgeous. If I was Milo and I lost her, I would do everything possible to try and replace her as well. The only difference was that I looked nothing like Tatiana. I was short,
Minutes after Milo was gone, I heard the elevator ding, letting me know that someone had come in. I rushed back to the living room thinking it was Milo and he had finally decided to stay with me. I could barely wipe the smile off my face. "Did you change your…" I started to ask but stopped when I realized it wasn't Milo who had come into the penthouse. I found myself staring at a woman that I vaguely recognized. She was the woman I had bumped into on my way back from the garden earlier. She was still as regal as ever, looking classy. She was the kind of woman who belonged in the very penthouse that I lived in—the kind of woman who belonged in the upper class. She sized me up with disdain on her face as she entered deeper into the penthouse. I tried to look around for Boris but he was nowhere to be seen. I was so confused. I didn't understand what the woman was doing in my home. "Excuse me? Are you sure you're in the right place?" I asked but she ignored me. She went
Milo pulled me towards the huge floor-to-ceiling windows and showed me the view of the city. He leaned in and whispered in my ear, "Do you think anyone will see me fuck you senseless right here and now?" Before I could answer, he ripped away my thin tee, exposing my breasts. He covered my breasts with his hands as we looked over the view of the city as his erection poked my ass."This is unfair…" I whimpered as I grinded into him, enjoying the sensation of having him so close to me fondling my breasts so well. He took my nipples between his thumb and forefinger and pulled at them. I moaned and closed my eyes, relishing the feeling. "Your body reacts so well to my touch," he said as he brought his mouth to my neck and bit at the flesh. Milo loved marking me like he was reminding me who I really belonged to.He sucked on the flesh after the bite and then he licked like he was trying to soothe it with his tongue. "Everything in this world is unfair, baby girl," he said. He turned me
Milo was in the kitchen, seemingly having made me dinner. He had finished and he was cleaning his hands in the sink. He was still in his suit with some of his tattoos on full display. Seeing him again after the ball I had crashed was an unexplainable feeling. It felt different having to look at him knowing everything he had done to me while I was blindfolded. Did he still look at me the same? Did he still like me? "You're here," he said. The permanent frown that was always etched on his face was gone and in its place was awe. Despite the simple clothes I had on–a pair of white woolen shorts and a cropped tee, he still looked at me like I was sexy. "I didn't know you cooked," I said as I cleared my throat. "There's a lot you don't know about me, little girl," he said. "Sit down and eat."He guided me to the dining table where he had already set the plates and the food. He had even set some beautiful lilies in a clear vase of water at the very center of the table. He pulled out a